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Why had she answered the door wearing her nightgown? She’d forgotten she was wearing it, hadn’t thought to put something on.
    Her breathing accelerated and her nipples hardened. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she prayed he couldn’t see the affect he was having on her.
    But from the way he was looking at her, with an amused look on his face, she was almost sure he could.
    He crossed the room in one fluid motion until he was right in front of her, so close she could feel his body heat. She was so shocked by his sudden nearness that for a moment, she couldn’t speak.
    He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, and she went to move away, but he held her tight, not letting her.
    “Lindsay Benson,” he said, shaking his head as he trailed a finger down over her collarbone.
    So he did remember who she was. Why had he pretended he didn’t? His touch was like an electric shock, his fingertips setting her skin on fire. Cold shivers slid up her spine, and she went to pull her sweater tighter again, but he gripped the thin material and pushed it down her shoulders, letting his fingertips skim her arms as he dropped the sweater to the floor.
    And then he kissed her.
    The kiss was deep and hard, its intent clear. His hands encircled her waist, making her feel tiny against the width of his body, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring.
    She told herself to push him away, and her mind screamed that this was a terrible idea, tried to remind her of the heartbreak and sleepless nights this man had caused her.
    But her body screamed back, louder than her mind, telling her this felt right, telling her to let him take her, to give him whatever he wanted.
    And then, just as her resolve was all but gone, there was a knock on the door.
    “Hello?” a woman’s voice called. “Chace? Are you in there? It’s me, Michelle.”
    Chace froze.
    Lindsay took a step back, then grabbed the sweater that was lying on the floor and quickly slid her arms through it. “Who the hell is Michelle?” she asked.
    The knock came again. “Chace?” the voice whined. “I’m cold! Are we going to go inside or not?”
    Lindsay looked at him incredulously. “You have a girl with you?”
    He didn’t say anything, just crossed the room in his easy gait and swung open the door. The girl standing on the porch had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. “Hey!” she said brightly.
    Maximilian ran up to her, his tail wagging. Traitor, Lindsay thought.
    “Oooh, a doggie!” Michelle giggled. “I love dogs. Hi, doggie, dog, dog!”
    “Yes, well,” Lindsay said, “thanks so much for stopping by to pick up your dog.
    You can go now.”
    “Okay,” Michelle said happily. She was apparently too stupid to figure out there was something more going on here.
    Chace slid by Lindsay and out the door. But before he did, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “This isn’t over.”
    Her nipples tightened and excitement surged through her body. But she was done with Chace Davenport. And this time, she really meant it.

    ***
    But when Lindsay got back into bed, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His smile. His body. His face. The way she could feel his stubble against her skin when he kissed her. She put her hands up to her face, slid her finger over her lip, remembering.
    She wasn’t used to sleeping in the new house, and she tossed and turned restlessly, kicking at the sheets. Finally, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber.
    When the first trace of light slipped over the trees, she decided to give up on getting any more sleep. The wood floors of the house were cold, and she rummaged through some boxes before finding a pair of purple-and-white striped fleece socks. She dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and her favorite sweatshirt, a soft grey one with the Temple University logo on the front.
    By some miracle, she was able to find the coffeepot, and as the aroma of French roast filled the kitchen, the